"Miss, there's no charcoal. Haoyue's face was flushed, and she kept rubbing her hands to warm up.

Cheng Luoxun exhaled white air, she put down the book in her hand, walked to the window, opened the window, and it was snowing heavily.

"Didn't you go to the butler and ask for more?" her voice was as cold as the weather.

"Yes, but this time more than ever was deducted, and all we were given bad charcoal. Haoyue spoke, then took out a white plum blossom cloak from the cabinet and put it on Cheng Luoxun, "Miss, don't catch a cold." ”

Cheng Luoxun lowered her eyes, this home made her feel cold more and more.

Haoyue was a little distressed, what was wrong with Miss.

When Cheng Luoxun was seven years old, she had a high fever and her mother went to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings, hoping that she would get better soon, but on the way back, the horse was frightened and ran down the cliff with the carriage, and no one survived.

The old man and the young master both hated Cheng Luoxun, who was only seven years old, and she came to this remote courtyard from the best splendid garden.

The more bitter days began when Aunt Liu was carried to the housemother, with all kinds of deductions, and in the end, she was the only one left with the maid beside the young lady.

"I don't think I can swallow it. Cheng Luoxun suddenly spoke, then pushed open the door and walked to the front yard, Haoyue followed her, looking at her nervously.

"Third Miss. When Steward Zhou saw Cheng Luoxun, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he didn't even salute, but just nodded slightly.

Cheng Luoxun didn't stop, walked over directly, and "snapped" a slap directly on Steward Zhou's face.

Steward Zhou looked at Cheng Luoxun in disbelief, she didn't say anything, just hooked her lips and smiled, "You also said, I am a young lady, then, I am the master, you are a servant, am I not, but I can dispose of you casually." ”

After speaking, Cheng Luoxun's eyes were a little cold, "A cheap maid, deducting the master's things, then, you say, what to do." ”

Steward Zhou held back his anger, his face was pale, this third lady hadn't figured out the situation yet, he was a lady's person, what could she do, "Sell." ”

"So what are you waiting for. A magnetic male voice interjected, Cheng Luoxun looked at the door, where a young man stood with an umbrella, silver-white robe, hair only tied up with a red headband, and a pair of beautiful eyes looking straight at her.

Steward Zhou's eyes were full of fear, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground, "See His Royal Highness the Third Prince." ”

Haoyue also knelt down, Cheng Luoxun didn't move, standing there, looking at him stunned.

Bei Mingfeng walked over, held an umbrella for Cheng Luoxun, and looked at Steward Zhou coldly, "Just do what you said, solve it yourself." ”

Steward Zhou's face turned pale instantly, and he hurriedly kowtowed, the snow on the ground was smashed out of a pit, and his forehead was full of blood, which showed how hard he worked.

Bei Mingfeng ignored him and turned his head to look at Cheng Luoxun, "I'll send you back, the snow is so big." ”

There was a hint of concern in his eyes, and Cheng Luoxun's eyes widened, "No, I'll just go back by myself." ”

She didn't want him to see her downfall, she was afraid that he would look down on her when he saw his dilapidated yard.

As soon as the words fell, she turned her head and wanted to leave, but Bei Mingfeng grabbed her wrist and stopped her from leaving.

His palms were very warm, and that was the warmest Cheng Luoxun felt since he was born.

Beiming Feng's red lips hooked, and put the umbrella in Luo Xun's hand, "Take the umbrella and go!"

"What about you?" Cheng Luoxun looked at him, his eyes full of incomprehensible emotions.

"I'm fine. ”

Cheng Luoxun didn't know how to go back, she was in a daze all the way, and when she arrived in the room less than a cup of tea, her room was sent good charcoal.

That year, when she was fourteen years old, she met him for the first time.